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"I didn't expect that the world-famous unlucky person would appear at this time." After Meng Xiaoan walked out of the villa, he went to the street where no one walked, with a strange look in his eyes. But he didn't expect that it was Uesugi Yuya who invited him.

The silver snake lightning flew wildly in the air, baring its fangs and claws, which was extremely frightening.

Twenty years ago, who played the drums most passionately? Who played the Xiao most melodiously? There was only one person, and his name was Bu Xiaosheng. This is still the case twenty years later.

Unhappy Sheng is a pale man who appears in front of Meng Xiaoan. His face looks a bit old, and his eyes are as lonely as snow, hiding stories that cannot be told, including pain, happiness, sadness, and sinking.

Uesugi Yuya's voice was as calm as ever: "Even if you are very powerful, I don't know how many moves I and Bu Xiaosheng can resist your Meng Xiaoan?"

Meng Xiaoan looked calm and looked at them with a smile. Smiling is also a weapon, which can calm himself.

Uesugi Xiong also squinted his slender eyes and said: "Your smile makes me look like you are being mysterious. If you want to pass by, maybe today is your death anniversary." He paused and sneered, "Last time, you were

Good luck, but not so good this time."

Meng Xiaoan didn't look at Uesugi Yuya, his eyes stayed on his unattractive face.

If he is afraid at all, it is because he is unfaithful. Few people see him take action, but this does not mean that he does not kill people.

The people he killed were all masters.

"I can't figure it out, why?"

Bu Xiaosheng said: "There is no reason." He suddenly smiled. This smile made his whole person look older, and even the deep wrinkles at the corners of his eyes disappeared strangely.

Meng Xiaoan just looked at his face, which was old but strangely aged.

"Uesugi, right? What method did you use to invite him to come out? Is it just to let him kill me?" Meng Xiaoan's eyes were cold and filled with a strange smile, "As for you, you are unfaithful. My master said something about you.

Things, to use the words of today's young people, some things can't be turned back once they are over, and some people once we see each other again, we can never see each other again."

Unxiaosheng's face suddenly turned pale, and his fingers hidden in his sleeves trembled slightly. Meng Xiaoan's words were like whips hitting his body, and the pain penetrated deep into his bones.

Uesugi Yuya said: "Unshao Sheng, you are here to kill Meng Xiaoan, not to listen to his nonsense." He has clearly felt the change in the momentum of Unshao's anger, and at the same time, he is surprised that it is so simple for Unshao Sheng's calm personality.

Meng Xiaoan's words made the murderous aura of the strong floral fragrance weaken a bit.

Meng Xiaoan seems to know some experiences of being unfaithful? And these experiences seem to be fatal.

Bu Xiaosheng calmed down and said: "Meng Xiaoan, no matter what you say today, I will kill you."

Meng Xiaoan wiped out a deep smile: "Can I listen to your second skill before you kill me?"

Wu Xiosheng waved his hand and said: "As you wish." He was floating in the void with high spirits.

Uesugi Xiong also saw that Bu Xiaosheng was about to play a song and said: "Bu Xiaosheng, Meng Xiaoan is stalling for time."

Bu Xiaosheng glanced at him lightly: "I have my own sense of propriety. If a person is about to die, I will fulfill any of his wishes. I was not invited by you, you must remember this."

Uesugi Yuya's calm face finally showed some fluctuations, but he tried his best to suppress it.

"drum."

The drums sounded, and then the drums sped up. The drums were exciting and exciting, as if countless soldiers were bravely fighting the enemy on the battlefield. The sky was full of shouts of killing, the sound of blood splattering, and the cold

The sound of weapons piercing skin was heard in the ears.

"Man, why don't you take Wu Gou and collect the fifty states in Guanshan..."

The drums stopped beating, and the unfaithful man had a hole in his hand.

"After playing this song, there will be no such person in this world." Bu Xiosheng said lightly, feeling indescribably tired.

Meng Xiaoan's eyes flashed and he said only one word: "Okay."

When the flute sounded, the ground appeared like floating white mist.

This mist carries the fragrance of hanging flowers, and this mist is white and hazy.

The sound of the flute changed from the usual resentment and sadness to become ethereal and joyful.

Uesugi Yuya was slightly uneasy, but he couldn't tell where he was.

I heard Bu Xiaosheng shouting: "From now on, there will be no more wind songs in the world." The flute in his hand suddenly burst into pieces.

"kill."

Uesugi Xiong also showed a faint smile.

The rain gradually became lighter.

Then, the strange moon slowly appeared.

A bright moon shines in the sky.

The cherry blossoms are floating, and the faint fragrance is astonishing. However, the murderous intention in it is so unparalleled and earth-shattering that it seems to be willing to crush all living things in the world.

Meng Xiaoan seemed to have forgotten where she was, and the cherry blossoms filling the sky made her fall into a state of indulging in the past.

Anyone who dies in this splendid and glorious scenery will be happy.

A charming smile appeared on Uesugi Yuya's lips. There was a knife in his hand, a very thin knife with a light red light on the blade.

Uesugi Xiong also looked at the sword in his hand and said slowly: "The name of the sword is Hanawan. It is as fast as lightning and kills people without losing blood. It is a magic weapon in the sword. You are the second person in this world who has seen this sword."

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Meng Xiaoan's expression was calm and composed: "Hua Tuan? What a Hua Tuan knife. If you cut off a good head under the cherry blossoms in the sky, you will be a good man. It will be very happy."

Uesugi Yuya's eyes flickered with admiration: "Exactly, wouldn't it be nice for a man to cut off his beautiful head?"

Meng Xiaoan looked at Wu Xiaosheng: "Where's yours?"

He was unfaithful and silent, with a pair of eyes that seemed full of weariness, and a majestic loneliness that covered his brows. He stared at Meng Xiaoan quietly, holding a black sword.

The hilt of the sword was black, and the scabbard was also black, as black as the deepest black in his eyes.

"Old friend, long time no see."

Buxiaosheng looked at the black sword and suddenly said this.

This battle will surely become famous in Asia.

Meng Xiaoan said: "How long has it been since you used it?"

The name of the black sword is Yijiangshanshui, and it is a weapon that kills people with no mercy. Just hearing the name makes you think it is a very charming sword, but when you really see the sword's true appearance in Lushan, you may be disappointed.

Bu Xiosheng said: "I haven't used it for fifteen years, three months and fifteen days."

"You have a really good memory."

He stared at Meng Xiaoan with an indescribable look in his eyes, desolate? Sad and angry? Helpless? Sad? He smiled, with a desolation of vicissitudes of life.

"You're right, I have a really good memory."

A person whose memory is too good will remember things he shouldn't remember, and in the end he will only be hurt. A person whose memory is too good will not be able to sleep, eat, or even breathe uneasily.

Meng Xiaoan's eyes fell on the handful of "a river of spring water" and said: "Some things are destined."

A sneer appeared on the corner of his unfaithful mouth, and he blew a breath on himself and others, just like a lover blowing a warm breath on your ear.

The black sword body undergoes astonishing changes under this blow.

The black blade gradually transformed into blue, a deep blue, just like the blue of the ocean.

Buxiaosheng was silent, as if recalling Meng Xiaoan's words. After a long time, he slowly asked: "Why do you think this is?"

"No reason."

Meng Xiaoan looked at his deeply tired face and tired smile, and sighed secretly.

"Uesugi Yuuya, step aside." Bu Xiaosheng said slowly.

Uesugi Xiong was also shocked. He was crazy. He couldn't deal with Meng Xiaoan with his own strength. It was agreed that the two of them would go together, but now he changed his mind.

Bu Xiaosheng said: "I am not a villain, but I am not a gentleman either. I will fight fair today." He was afraid that Uesugi Yuuya would suddenly attack him midway, so he said coldly, "Uesugi Yuuya, I think I made my words very clear.

This is a battle between Meng Xiaoan and I. If I lose, I owe you a favor. If there is an afterlife, I will pay it back."

Uesugi also knew that once he said his words, there would be no turning back, and said: "No, your favor has been repaid."

Bu Xiaosheng looked at Meng Xiaoan and said word by word: "I have lived for forty and twenty years, fought against people one thousand and twenty times, and lost fifteen times. No one can defeat me three times at the same time, except Li Tanhua." He said.

His smile was extremely sad, "If I lose again in today's battle, you will know what's on my mind."

Meng Xiaoan said: "It seems that my old man is more powerful than you." The cherry blossoms floated in the wind, and the fragrance was astonishing.

There are a few more fallen leaves between heaven and earth.

Wu Xiaosheng drew his sword. He drew the sword slowly and gracefully. He didn't see any movement, but his people were already in the cherry blossoms. His right thumb clasped the little finger and ring finger to form a sword fight. His left foot was half a step forward, and his heel was away.

On the ground, the "One River of Spring Water" in his hand was raised above his eyebrows, pointing diagonally at Meng Xiaoan.

"Yijiang Chunshui" seems to have been affected by some kind of evil magic. There is a flash of blue light and a chilly air. The original tiredness and unkindness seems to have suddenly changed at this moment. There seems to be light flashing in a pair of lonely eyes, and the pale face

The skin gradually became shiny, and the coagulated blood began to flow again.

Uesugi Yuya's expression changed slightly, and he murmured: "He actually mastered the sword spirit, the highest level of martial arts, what an unworthy person." As a "friend", he couldn't help but be immersed in this sword.

In the brilliance of the world, he imagined that the sword thrust out was a kind of style?

Sword soul, as the name suggests, is the soul of a person in the sword. This is a very mysterious existence.
To be continued...